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I'm am really new at this and am not sure how I do everything but I am trying my best. Thank you for the criticism it makes me a better writer.

At the airport Shawn Spencer looked around. Good ole Santa Barbara. He sat on a bench just waiting for someone to come pick him up. "BUZZ buddy!" he exclaimed. Buzz looked at his old friend. He looked nothing like he used to he wore black slacks with a white button up shirt, sleeves rolled up. His hair was still the same and he had a gun at his waist. "Shawn you look nothing like you used to!" "I think I'll take that as a compliment "they both laughed. "Shawn Spencer don't you dare forget me." Buzz watched as Shawn embraced a girl. "Marie sweet Marie how could I forget you, your like my little sister!" she snorted "I better be just like your little sister anything else would be wrong." As they hopped in the car and drove away Buzz was wondering just how much Shawn had changed.

Juliet O Hara waited by the entry way with everyone else in the PD to greet the two from FBI. She was actually really excited. Well, excited that is, until she saw Shawn . . . with a girl trailing behind him. Instant jealousy raged through her. Finally getting to her senses she felt stupid, he had been away for years maybe he didn't even remember her. Her eyes watered but she quickly cleared them as Shawn walked her way. "Shawn what are you doing here?" she asked unsure, still full of so many emotions she couldn't make sense of them. "Well I'm kind of in the FBI, ya know, here to help solve your case." Looking for a distraction he said, "Oh look there's Lassie, and is that pineapple over there?" quickly turning away from Lassiter and making his way toward a lounge with food in it.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid you haven't seen her in forever and you don't even have the guts to tell her you still love her." what was he thinking Jules was probably in a relationship with somebody. He was so stupid. Shawn banged his head against the wall. "Shawnee if ya keep doing that you'll have no brain cells left." Shawn looked up to the ceiling and groaned. He loved Marie like a little sister but sometimes she just got on his nerves. Was he ever like this? He seriously hoped not. "Marie can you maybe scope around, find out, well" he trailed off. "If Ms. O Hara is in a relationship?" Marie finished for him. Rubbing his neck, Shawn nodded. "If you love her as much as I know you do just tell her! For goodness sakes you are acting like an idiot." His sister-like friend scolded. Making his way back into the crowd of people he put on a smile and made jokes and laughed with people. Well, the ones that didn't hate him for acting psychic. He lied to them and he couldn't blame them, he hadn't meant to do that it just happened.

Chief Karen Vick was a bit surprised but not much. Shawn Spencer, FBI. Wanting a demonstration of his work she called him to the front of the crowd. "Mr. Spencer would you please come up here and show us how you do things." His face looked delighted for the attention but his eyes were a different story. She had half a mind to say never mind, but just had to see how this worked. As he came up to the front of the room Karen started to ask him a question, "Now Shawn how do you want to do this?" He sighed, "Well I'm going to close my eyes and you can ask me any question about anything or anyone in this room." Looking around she decided to let the people ask. "McCormick, ask a question." He nodded "Mr. Spencer" McCormick grinned, "how many people are wearing socks?" We all saw Shawn put his hand to his head how he always did. After a while we thought he had given up "If it's too hard-" "15 people are wearing white socks, 27 are wearing black, and the rest aren't wearing any." Silence filled the room; maybe he was psychic after all. "I have an edict memory, a photographic one if you will, and since I was little my dad trained me to be a cop. I was locked in a trunk, and had to play little memory games, he even hid my Easter eggs underground." While everyone thought about this the front door slammed open. "Where. Is. My. Son" Henry Spencer had finally heard the news and had come to see if it was true. Karen saw Spencer try to hide in the crowd, but he stood no chance against his father. People started scattering to leave. They knew Henry Spencer and knew they conversation would NOT be a quiet one. "SHAWN HENRY SPENCER What in the world were you thinking just leaving like that? Are you CRAZY? No don't answer that." he said as Shawn held up his finger ready to say something back. Knowing Shawn wouldn't listen he admitted defeat and said," I'm glad your back son." Then with a cheesy grin on his face he cockily said "I knew you missed me." "No I did not" Henry argued back. Sneaking away Karen snickered to herself; things were almost back to normal.